After an an intensely social/eventful (& lovely) weekend, falling gratefully into mundane routines. Ready for comfort of order restoration.
Quiet Sunday morning in the wake of a wake. May we all be blessed by such excellent friends!
It’s Saturday night, we’re finally feeling better, & what’s our ideal activity? Sitting in the living room listening to Mel Torme. Really.
Without seeing my tweet, Joe impulsively switches to The New Pornographers. I love my eclectic sweetheart!
Warning: this cold that’s going around is a doozy. Commence evasive action: frequent handwashing, waving instead of hugging, etc.
Fellow cold/scratchy throat sufferers! Take an orange & put it in the fridge for at least 30 minutes. Cut into 8ths. Eat the cold tart bliss
Turns out even freelancers have a boss that drops surprise projects. New plan: work on this slight fever, weakness, & scratchy throat.
Mercifully, “morning of Joe’s 5am alarm” & “morning of pre-6am start of helicopter noise” coinciding. Wouldn’t want this for days in a row.